Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of

It's the of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
And the days of of pain are gone
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
And the days of House of are gone
And if you talk my little girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking fans the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
Like I ain't notice Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming you running out of breath
ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and a heart pill, you know!

380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots even on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's just stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your heart 'til it stops
the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry fun of you Erik
Where's House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' with his chest open
Tryin' to a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your drop
my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
I hit 'em up!

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this shit off

Fuck him, it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo